A/N I am so sorry, I'm such a liar! I said 3 days at worst, it's been more than that, but with exams and everything life has been so hectic, and I don't want to rush a chapter because you guys deserve a chapter which is written and read through properly, you've given me so much love already, you deserve the very best, I'll try to update often.
I figure I should just add, I'm sorry for the lack of connection between each chapter, but these were originally supposed to be one-shots, and I'm terrible at long-stories. So although they have plot, their time frames are messed up.
And One more thing, I'm sorry of Emmett is a bit OOC, and as is Bella, because naturally I'm trying to develop their characters and make them realistic, I don't want my Bella to be as shit-brained as the movie one, she needs to grow up, so that's what I'm doing.
Twilight is not mine, it belongs to Stephanie Meyer, enjoy this chappie and comment to let me know what you think.
She had never realized how truly reliant she had become on her relationship with Edward, until she sat in her bed alone, the emptiness beside her becoming a looming shadow in her subconscious, a mocking reminder of how much she needed a presence beside her. The window was closed, and if she turned to look at it, she knew that two bright amber eyes would be staring at her, demanding and probing for an answer. It was almost haunting, and she shivered when she thought of how she used to need those eyes, how they used to make her fall into a brainless mess of words and actions; it was almost sickening. That she would so childishly need a man to keep her alive, like a child and a blanket, was she truly so sad? Was that to be her purpose, chasing after love, after a man who cherished a china doll, not a woman? Edward now represented a side of her she had learnt to leave, to abandon, a side that she no longer knew or wanted to be. He represented open windows, secrets and no friends. She clenched her eyes shut as something tapped the window, gritting her teeth. She didn't want him in here, he didn't belong in her bed, he didn't belong in her heart, he had lost that privilege when he had first left, and now he had broken it when he had abandoned her under the perception that he could control her, that he would use himself as an excuse to manipulate and deprive her. He had lost her.
Emmett was different. She didn't need him. She wanted him, that was no lie, but she had now learnt that it was unhealthy and unfair to depend on someone that much. She still couldn't call what she shared with him love, although she cared for him, and her feelings were strong. He reminded her so much of normality. His character, his personality, he presented an atmosphere of warmth despite his cold exterior; she would mistake him for human if it weren't for the obvious physical differences.
Their situation seemed almost cliché, and she laughed at how much he reminded her of a normal high-school senior. Maybe that was why she was so attracted, maybe she truly did desire a shred of normalcy in her relationship. But with normalcy came the obvious doubts. She had never dealt with doubt, never been truly unsure. But now she was, with each second she looked back, she had to wonder what he truly wanted; she had to wander what she wanted from all of this.
Her phone buzzed, and she growled, the noise disrupting her thoughts. Could he not take a simple message, seriously just go home! She reached over, grabbing the device angrily and clicking answer.
"What!" She snapped, squinting in the darkness. But the voice wasn't what she expected.
"That's a lovely way to say hello." His voice was warm and mocking and she knew he was teasing her. She couldn't help but deflate in relief, collapsing back on the pillow, her phone pressed to her ear.
"Sorry, I thought you were Edward." He laughed, and she can hear shuffling on the other end, before a door slammed. "No, sorry to disappoint, just good ol' Emmett, sadly he's sulking in his room, muttering over why his darling Bella has shut him out." She couldn't help giggling at his impression. "I'm out the house, so you can speak freely."
"I closed my window, didn't think it was... Okay for him to be sleeping in my bed after everything." She didn't know if it's technically okay to talk about things like this, what his stand on things was. Was he as okay with the situation as she was? Was she honestly growing a moral code after the last few days of fucking in closets, cars and other suggestive places, she figured it was a bit too late for that. He seemed to interpret her silence, because she could hear him chuckle from the other side, immediately easing her worries.
"Good, can't have him touch what doesn't belong to him." He sounded warm, his voice bottomless and jealous, she can feel her blood rush in her body, her limbs throbbing from the tinge of warmth under her skin, and she found it absolutely ridiculous how safe the sound made her feel. Edward never used to do that. Now that she thought about it, Edward never used to do anything except place her on a pedestal!
"How was your day?" It's a mundane question, and she feels completely out-placed by it, her chest tightening at how ordinary it is. The last person who had bothered to ask that was Charlie, and she hadn't bothered to spend any time with him, too wrapped up in running after her fiancée. Guilt built up, and she put a mental reminder to talk with Charlie make some drastic changes over her relationship. First Charlie, then Jacob.
She rolled over onto her back, staring at the ceiling. "It was boring, school, homework, confused fiancé's." She listened to him hum in agreement, and grinned, "And a very sex-deprived body." His intake of breath let her know her words were taking desired effect. She continued.
"It was so boring in Biology, with Edward writing those horrendously sappy notes, I couldn't help remembering those messages I had in my phone, the ones you had sent me, and they were right below his nose." Her grin grew wider the more silent the line became, because she knew that he would only grow silent if he was trying his hardest to stay quiet, to hold back the sounds. She pushed the blankets back, her body feeling trapped. The cool air brushed against the bare flesh of her arms and legs, the large, oversized top quickly hiking up to reveal a plain blue pair of panties.
"I was so turned on, he was so confused, and it was all your fault, leaving me unattended for such a long time, then sending those messages, I think it's about time you take responsibility." She was way out of her comfort zone, never having done this before, but it didn't stop her fingers from dragging the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, her legs unconsciously falling apart to bare the flesh between, and it was so achingly warm, and sensitive, and she really wished he wasn't on the phone.
He breathed deeply on the other end, and she shivers as he chuckled, his voice dropping a tone. There's something forbidden and achingly wicked about doing this through the phone, the idea of being overheard, or walked in on, and not giving an actual crap, it makes her body throb, her skin tight and her legs rub together to create the impression of friction.
He seems shell shocked, from the low breaths, and she knows that she has to take initiative, that she has to stop relying on him to always know what to do, because perhaps he was as confused as she was. She sucked in a breath, building as much courage as she could. She breathed in, her heart beating in her ear, nearly blocking out his response.
He groaned over the line, as if the memory was enough to send him over the edge. She didn't give him the chance to respond.
"Do you want to know what I was imagining?" She breathed, letting her head fall back onto the soft down, already feeling her adrenaline build up, her body achingly ready to show him exactly what he wanted to see.
He growled through the line, breathing out a deep breath, she took the green light to take the reins, she had full control. She dragged her hand over her trembling flesh, feeling the digits soak in her heat, her breath shuddering out of her lungs.
"It was supposed to be a quite night, that night we first... We first did it, but it had been 3 weeks since my last self-satisfactory session, and Edward wouldn't help at all. I was mindless with the need to be touched, and I knew you were outside, watching, and I didn't care that you would tell, that it could destroy the careful relationship we had established." She tried to stop the mindless abandoned babble her mouth was giving away, the amount of vulnerability she was putting herself under.
He was silent on the other end, and she resisted the growing fear, what was he thinking? Why wasn't he responding?
"I had always been attracted to you." She breathed, gritting her teeth, since when had this become a confession, but her mind was twisted into tight knots of confusion, and she had to have something clear in her life, maybe he could be the clear part, where everything else was blurred and confused.
"And what's worse, you're my fiancé's brother, I shouldn't be talking to you right now, I shouldn't be reading your texts behind his back, and becoming unimaginably turned on by writing on a page, and you're married." Her voice was weak, and as sick as she was, voicing the dark parts of their relationship only served to get her more excited.
"It's so undeniably wrong, but I'm not in the least bit sorry. I'm phoning you and I've closed my window, I've given you something that was meant to be given to him, and I don't regret it, because he didn't deserve it, and now whenever I'm with him I can't help remembering you, and when he messages me, I can't help wishing it was you, and you've completely corrupted me, and I've never done this before, I don't do these things, I'm not that type of girl, no one would ever look at me and see that person, but the second you came through that window, I was gone, and there's no way back, and I really really don't want to go back, I need you." Her breath stuttered, and she closed her eyes, trying to calm down her racing heart, she was getting too far ahead of herself, and rejection would be the outcome. But he was so silent, and not even a breath could be heard, and each second was complete torment to her mind. She opened her lips to apologies; perhaps take it all back, if that was possible.
"Bella." His voice was rough, and he beat her reply, his tone sending heat over her skin. Like a man who's trying to hold back all the tension, trying to stay calm, he sounded wound up, and she didn't know if it was good or bad any more. "Open your window." She whimpered, not thinking as she stood, stumbling to the window in her rush and drawing back her curtains, nearly crying at how tight the lock was, struggling to unlatch the pane.
Celebrating was short, and dismissed as she got it to open, because her attention was soon drawn away as two hands wrapped around her body, pushing her back. He wasn't gentle, but it didn't hurt, and if she wasn't so absorbed in what he was doing to her neck, she would've jotted it down and thrown it into Edward's face later.
His hands wrapped around her waist, hiking her up and against the wall, her shirt lifting exposing her stomach and bare legs. She wrapped them over his hips, struggling to maintain a grip with how shaky her limbs had become, desperation mixed with excitement turning her into a quivering mess, a pile of limbs completely wrapped around his finger, under his control. He helped her, his hands moving over her thighs and pressing her body into the wall using his own.
She felt trapped, and confined, but it did nothing to distinguish her lust. He was in complete control, he could take whatever he wanted and she would be helpless to resist, and the fact that he knew that drove her to heights of senseless ecstasy, she wanted that. She wasn't a china doll, she wanted to be used, she was giving herself willingly, and he wasn't rejecting her offer.
Their mouths meshed together, and her breathing soon turned ragged as his tongue slid over her bottom lip and into her mouth, twisting hers, drawing small gasps and broken whimpers from her lips, her hands sliding over his shoulders and gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. His hips pressed between her thighs and the contrast in temperature only drove to highlight how wet and hot she was. She pressed herself against him, seeking friction, gasping at how sensitive she was down there, the lack of intimacy had wound her body tight and she doubted that she would be able to last long.
He growled, breaking their kiss and pressing their foreheads together. Their breaths mingled together, his cold forming steam against her hot. She arched her neck, pressing their mouths back together, it wasn't heavy, and all it contained was their lips, but that seemed to make it more intimate, the dance of mouths, his sliding perfectly over hers. She arched against him, and the action provoked him into pulling her away from the wall, and down on the bed. Her hair fanned out, and she gasped, his weight quickly moving over her, his hand sliding over her mouth to cover the noises she was making.
"You're fathers home." He breathed, his nose sliding over her cheek, under her chin and down her neck. "You're going to have to be quite for me Bells, can you do that?" He stared down at her, and she had to bite back a whimper at how deep his voice had dropped, it was almost mocking, as if he were teasing her, yet she couldn't feel a shred of anger or irritation. She nodded, blinking up at him, and sighing as his hand slid away, sliding down her neck, and hooking on the neckline of her shirt.
The soft material quickly tore under the pressure, and she shivered as he pressed against her heated flesh, her back unconsciously arching closer. She could hear his intake of breath when he realized that she was bare, not having worn a bra to bed, the cool air caused goose flesh to rise over her skin, the peaks of her breasts hardened to small pebbles which he rolled between his finger, causing a crescendo of pain and pleasure. She bit her tongue to keep quiet, whining in frustration as his hands spanned down her ribs, she laughed quietly as his skin tickled her, receiving a grin in return.
His lips whispered over her throat, his tongue flattening over her pulse, and she made the horrendous mistake of pushing her throat up.
His teeth caught her skin, and she felt a harsh sting as her flesh tore. It felt like a razor cut, not too deep, but deep enough to draw blood.
She stared at him, his body freezing as his breathing stopped. "Emmett." She breathed, but he shook his head, a broken growl rolling through his chest, keeping her quite. Her breath caught in her lungs and she waited in bated silence for his next move. The lump in his throat bobbed, and his hands curled in the sheets, his eyes turning dark.
He panted, his chest rising heavily. She bit her lip, not finding any reason to fear, despite the apparent danger she was in. Her logic was, he was a hunter, and so if she showed no fear, he wouldn't attack. She slowly brought her hand up; dipping her finger into the drop of blood, coating the digit till it was deep ruby. It wasn't a large wound, and not a lot of blood was coming out. His gaze was fixed upon her hand, and she was amazed he hadn't given in yet.
"Does it hurt?" She whispered, her brow furrowed in concern, she didn't want to hurt him, and if it became too much, she would rather he left to save himself the hurt. He growled, the sound seeming more animal than man, but still shook his head, no. "It burns." He gritted out, pushing his face to the side, trying to avoid direct sight of her neck. "My throat, feels dry."
She smiled softly, and imagined how stupid she must seem, lying beneath a provoked vampire, blood on her neck, in direct line of attack, jeez she was stupid, and the newspapers would have a field day if they could catch it. But there was something different about him, He hadn't killed her yet, he was still coherent, and that seemed to show that despite everything, he wasn't as monstrous as many may believe, there was still a shred of humanity.
She slowly lifted her finger, and hesitantly run it over his bottom lip, staining the plump skin ruby red. A small bead of blood ran over the curve of flesh, and dripped along his chin, till it finally gave into gravity and fell to her chest, forming a tiny pool on her right breast. The bed creaked beneath their weight, but all else was deathly silent. The material of the sheets scratched against her back as it stretched beneath her, his hands tightening into fists beside her head.
She shivered as the muscles over his arms and stomach shuddered and twitched, brushing against her breasts. She could feel the power he held in his body, and shuddered to think of how much damage he could cause with his hands, then the thought led to all the other things he could do, and she fought to bring herself back to reality. She half expected him to pull an Edward, to jump back and tell her how irresponsible she was, to threaten to leave. But he didn't. A growl ripped from his chest, and she stared up at him, reminded of a wolf crouching over a rabbit. Absorbed, she watched as his tongue peeked out from between his lips, running across the stained flesh, gathering the blood she had spread there. Running slowly over his bottom lip. She could feel him shaking as his body took in the sweet taste but still fought to stay in control. His once amber eyes turned black, swallowing all of the once normal, honey coloured irises into a shadow. For the first time, he looked more animal than man, his body wound tight, the material around her shredding into small pieces of cloth and silk. It would be difficult to explain to Charlie why she had to purchase a whole new set of bedding for her room.
"Taste Emmett." She offered, baring her neck, her eyes soft and doe-like when she stared at him. And she looked so innocent offering herself to him like that. And the right thing to do would be to remind her of what he was, to warn her, but he knew that Bella had heard that, she didn't want another Edward, she had a father. He closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath and preparing himself for the amount of pain he was about to put his mind through, all so he could prove that she could trust him.
He bent his head, her scent growing stronger the closer he got, his mouth salivating with venom as her smell grew more and more delectable the closer he got to the source of her essence. He licked around the wound slowly, cleaning up the blood which dribbled from the wound, moaning at how warm and sweet she tasted. She groaned in response, but kept herself still, not wanting to push him too far and hissed when he dragged his tongue over the cut, feeling the dull sting, then the burn as excess venom gathered over the wound, but didn't enter her blood stream.
"Emmett..." She breathed, her feet pressing against the small of his back, their pelvises sliding together. "Emmett please." She begged. He pressed her into the mattress, the structure of the bed groaning under their weight. His forehead pressed against hers, and she watched him carefully, not knowing what to do. He leaned down and caught her lips, drawing her back up, while his hand reached down and tore the straps of her panties, the useless garment falling to the bed, leaving her vulnerably bare and open for him.
"Thank you Bella." He growled, breaking the kiss and rubbing his nose down her cheek, inhaling. She smiled softly; amazed he was able to control his lust. His pelvis rubbed the skin under her stomach, her gut twisting as she tried to press herself up against him.
"Why did you risk it?" He growled, confused as to why she would risk being put in that amount of danger. She leaned back to look at him, smiling. "I wanted to give you something that he would never have, something you hadn't gotten yet." His eyes softened, still unbearably dark and limitless, but he posed no threat. A steady vibrating thrum emanated from his chest, and she was amazed to find it reminded her of a cat's purr.
Apparently her words were enough for him, because he stole away any oncoming conversation by kissing her, his hands curving over her hip and pulling her up against his naked flesh. She couldn't remember his clothes being removed, but the bare slide of cold against hot made it obvious that he was just as naked as her. She whined, gasping as his body fit easily between her legs, sliding along her soaked cleft.
She brought her hand up to his hair and grabbed mercilessly, tugging as she tried to press him inside, aching to feel the fullness he could give her. "Emmett please." She choked out, breathless; he rocked his hip, not enough to enter. But enough to slide and catch her clit. Her teeth impaling her lip as she held back a moan. He growled, cold air brushing over her cheek as he panted by her ear.
"You never told me about your fantasy Bella, the one you had that night." He said roughly, continuing the torturous rocking of his hips, never entering, but never giving her the chance to cool down and think clearly. She barely managed to understand his words, too caught up in the way he felt sliding over her, her release lingering just around the corner, just out of reach. She hummed, high pitched and broken.
He pushed onto his knees, pulling her up onto his lap, her knees framing his thighs. She gasped, surprised and gripped his shoulders, her fingers spanning the hard muscle. He rocked her back and forth, being careful to not make any sudden movements; lest the bed make too much noise and alert Charlie. "I want you to tell me. Then I'll give you what you want."
She choked, biting her lip. Her head fell back, her legs aching with strain as she rocked her hips, trying to gain release from this act in itself. But it wasn't successful, she needed him inside.
Her determination hardened, her teeth gritting as she pressed herself down against him, her eyes catching his. She rocked steadily. "I imagined that I was changing in my room, the window was open and Edward was downstairs. I thought I was all alone and completely safe." Her voice deepened as she progressed in the story, the memory much more sensual due to her situation, the reality of her actions.
"Then you snuck into my room through the window, and you snatched me up and pressed me against the wall." Her gasp was loud as she felt her body jostle, the soft bedding beneath her disappearing, replaced with the cold plastered surface of her bedroom wall. He grinned at her shocked expression, "Like this?" He gritted out, wrapping his hands under her thighs and wrapping her legs around his hips. She nodded numbly, her body unbearably hot and excited at how unexpected the evening had become.
"You covered my mouth so I couldn't protest and you fucked me." She swallowed, chest constricted at how much heavier his eyes had become, his arms caging her in, hips pressed together. "First against the wall, then on the bed-" Her voice broke off into a gasp as he slid in, her back hitching up at the force, her eyes closing as she fought for air, the stretch breaching between pain and pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulder, not leaving any marks, but it was the thought that counted. He snarled, pulling out before slamming back in, and his hand came up to cover her mouth, cutting off the loud cry she released.
He was so large, and he dragged against her walls, brushing intimately against spots that she could never reach herself.
The vivid similarity between her fantasy and reality drove her to the brink of ecstasy and she arched her back, causing him to slide deeper, brushing areas inside her which she never knew existed. His lips drifted over her cheek, whispered over her ear, breath brushing her heated flesh causing her to shiver.
"You like this." He snarled, and she gave a muffled moan of happiness, the sound breaking into a hot whine as he thrust up, his other hand moving to press against her clit, circling the small nub expertly. Her body jerked, and she groaned, the sound muffled by his palm. She was reaching the brink, and rocked against him, seeking to drag him down with her.
"You like me fucking you behind his back, and he's at home, thinking of his sweet innocent Bella, oblivious to what you really are." She gasped, her eyes rolling up, his words driving insane. Her back arched as his hand failed to cover the muffled whines, she couldn't stop.
"He'll never have this." His voice was harsh and commanding, his thrusts hard and unyielding, and she could feel both her body and her mind submitting to him. "He'll never hear these sounds." She broke her face to the left, his hand moving away as she gasped, "He'll never have you." Her hands pulled his face down, their lips smashing together, her mouth moving desperately over his, trying to reassure him.
A creak from the corridor made them freeze, the room falling into silence. Bella strained to hear, and sighed when she heard the toilet flush, giving the all-clear. She gasped as Emmett's hands curled beneath her thighs and lifted her legs, till her body was nearly bent in half, driving him deeper and deeper with each thrust forward of his hips. Her body shuddered, back leaning against the wall, and she knew that there would be bruises tomorrow, but the memory would serve as a perfect fantasy material when she had to go without.
She was on the brink of release, and all it took was him to move his hand between her legs and circler the swollen nub above her entrance, lifting the soft hood, and gently rub the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath. Her back arching as she gave a choked whine, her teeth gritting in an effort to keep quiet, but a few sobbing moans fell free as her body jerked and twitched, her breath quick and short, hands gripping his biceps and forearm as she rode out her release, her body twitching and pulsing around him. She could feel him move inside of her, his tight groan against her ears, and she whimpered as she felt the cold feeling inside her womb, his body releasing, muscles jerking as he too struggled to maintain control in the midst of ecstasy.
The feeling passed and her body fell limp in his arms, exhausted as she dwelled in the aftershocks of their session. She pressed her head against his chest, her breath shuddering from her lungs as he moved and lowered her to the sheets of the bed. He climbed over her, pressing a kiss against her jaw. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she nuzzled into his cheek, cold pressing flush against hot. He hugged her to his chest, hand pressing into her lower back, the position intimate; it twisted her heart till she felt her chest might burst from the amount of emotion building inside of her.
"We did this the wrong way round Emmett." She breathed, reality slamming into her, the sound of nature coming from her open window. He stilled, and pushed up to look at her, his dark eyes burning like coal in a fire. "I don't want to do this all the time, I'm sick of hiding." His eyes softened, and he nodded. "My change date is approaching, and I don't want to be married to someone else. We need to tell them." He moved back, sitting on his knees and looking down at her.
"You're right." He murmured, nodding. "I've already filed divorce papers for Rosalie, she'll get them this week, I'm prepared for the confrontation and-." She cut him off, pushing up and laying a hand over his cheek, smiling softly.
"I'll tell Edward tomorrow, Just-" She looked down, brow furrowed in worry. "Could you stay close Emmett, I have a feeling that things are going to get dark before we get our peace, and I don't want to do it alone." Her face was pushed up, his finger curling beneath her chin, and she gazed at his dimpled face, a bright smile on his face. "I'll be there Bella, you won't see me, but I'll be watching and if things go wrong, I'll protect you." She pursued her lips, smiling, peeking from below her eyelashes.
"Promise?" She murmured playfully, her eyebrows raising in mock-doubt, enjoying the way he grinned, the smile soft and boyish, and so achingly comfortable and warm that she couldn't help the feeling that she belonged, he didn't make it seem like her presence was painful.
"Promise." He nodded, pressing forward, their mouths moving over each other, sliding together. The kiss was heated, but no tongue was involved, it was merely the emotion they both threw into it, Her determination to not become an object, to have her own place, to make him realize that she wasn't going to be used, that she had a voice and he would listen, and his need to finally break away from the expectations of his family, that he should have the right to choose his partner, the craving to take what he had wanted all along, she was his, and this time he wouldn't let anyone take her away.
She broke away, chuckling softly and grinning, leaning down on her shoulders, her body arching up suggestively. "You know my fantasy." She said offhandedly, smiling. He nodded, brow furrowed, bemused "you forgot the bed part." He grinned, gathering the blanket and bundling it beneath her hips. Her body arched up, his hands wrapping around her body and pulling her close.
"My apologies M'lady, allow me the opportunity to fix my mistake."